Kraft's suspicions proved correct. After they entered the building, everyone they encountered attacked them without even trying to talk.
And this time, their weapons were no longer pickaxes, but guns and superpowers.
But against the invincible Arale, neither guns nor superpowers amounted to anything.
"So is mutation fever going around on the moon too? Or do Earthlings have a high chance of mutating no matter where they are?"
Kraft muttered in puzzlement. None of his recovered memories had anything to do with the moon, so he was still completely in the dark.
"Woof! Where did that dog come from?!"
Just as Kraft lowered his head in thought, Quinn suddenly cried out.
Kraft looked up and found an enormous bulldog standing in front of him, though he had no idea when the dog had appeared. Even on all fours, he was as tall as a person.
"Whoa! So cool!"
Arale rushed forward, grabbed the folds of skin around the big dog's mouth, and dragged him back to Kraft.
"Look, big brother! This dog is huge!"
The poor dog was helpless against Arale's monstrous strength and could only keep whimpering for mercy.
"What are you doing?! Let go of Lockjaw!"
Just then, a girl cried out from nearby. She fired a ball of wind from her hand, striking the arm Arale was using to hold the dog.
"How are you?"
Arale waved at the girl, completely unfazed.
"Is this big dog yours?"
"Uh, yes..."
The girl stared at Arale, dumbfounded. Although she had held back with that wind blast, it still would have hurt to be hit by it. Yet the little girl in glasses before her was completely unharmed.
"Are you Inhumans too? How come I've never seen you before?"
"Inhumans? Is that what you call yourselves?" Kraft asked, answering her